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Monthly Archives: May 2020
May 6, 2020 — Mary Borden — Nurse as Miracle Worker
Wednesday, May 6, 2020 — Nurse as Miracle Worker “From a great distance, gaze but do not know Why they are glad to see me come and go.” In his 2014 Writer’s Almanac, Garrison Keillor introduced me to Mary Borden, a … Continue reading
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May 4 — Maine lives north of Detroit
Monday, May 4 – “I watch the spring come slow-ly” Traveling north to south or south to north during season-changing time lets trees and ground plants show their stuff to visitors. Readers from where I live this early May morning … Continue reading
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